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Jan 2019
In the dimness, in the darkness
of the woodlands, see them play
where the shadows, ever gath’ring,
weave the magic not of day.
You shall see them softly glimmer,
though your eyes shall seem to say
you’ve seen nought but shimm’ring silence
of vestigiality.
Written by
Michael Bryant
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   JL Smith and Perry
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